Rule of the Aurora King (Artefacts of Ouranos, #2)

by Nisha J. Tuli

Then I strip off my jacket and my shirt, nearly tearing the buttons in my haste. My skin is boiling, heat coursing over me in suffocating waves. When I’m around her, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I’m tongue-tied and can barely speak when she looks at me with that accusing stare and that mixture of raw vulnerability and fierce defiance in her eyes. Why is she the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen? And it’s not just a physical attraction. Though yes, I want to touch her so badly my hands ache, but I’ve never met anyone who was so fucking sure of herself. How can this woman have spent half her life in Nostraza and turn out like that? It should have broken her. It should have left her as a shell. But somehow, she survived both that and Atlas’s Trials and came out on the other end in a blazing ball of confident fire that threatens to burn me up every time she walks into the room. It’s as though her spirit has always understood her legacy and her purpose. She behaves exactly like a queen. A slightly wild one with a short fuse, but a queen nonetheless. Gods, when she scolds me like that, I want to kiss her. Partly to shut her up, but mostly to feel those lips against mine and bask in that savage anger as I tear off her clothes and fuck her so hard she sees stars.